I want to see the finger pointed at those claimed to have crossed the line IWant to bleed their dull lives dry I want to spit on all the unwritten lawsThey cling to so deeply with sharp insecure claws I don't care about yourRoutine I refuse to fall in with the disarmed machines I don't give a fuckHow hard you are don't care about your incentives or your values If only ICould make the gesture real if only I could grab you all by the throat